...And life?

To what extent do you question your nature?

Or attempt to reinterpret this picture god painted for you?

Or do you believe art is in the eye of the creator

Or in this case the painter

Or in a broader sense the artist

But if you can't envision the whole canvas

Why try to saction those brushstrokes

When they very well could be rough sketches

Drawn in pencil

With an eraser slowly erasing your life's lines

If so

God is a s**t...a nympho

Each galaxy is creation it intentionally left alone

Making this planet we dwell on a foster home

 

Or do you believe there is no artist

And we are to evolve until inferior and maladaptive traits

Are discarded?

Until elitism is humility

Because delusions of granduer are mandatory for sanity

In effort of passing off as another stripe in humanity's flag

Waving in the wind that created it

Swaying towards an end that can't be foreshadowed

Because the sun is false light, blocked out so we can

Always live in the night life of our lives.

Reviews

[Cece]

what you saying
beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
you think erething is by accident
nope i think not god she knows
totally what she is doing